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Cake Day

Here is a new poem, still in its infancy as it is a first draft.

Would love to know what you guys think!

 

Cake Day

 

Grandma used to say

everyday above ground is

a cake day.

 

I never understood

the saying until now, sat

in the second pew

 

watching lilies tremble

by candlelight. She often

came up with wacky sayings.

 

I’d shrug them off, thinking

her daft in her old age, strange ways.

 

She always kept her helmet

on the kitchen table, next to

a china teapot. One of the few

 

oldies I knew who wore jeans,

her tattoo would peek out from under

the sleeve of her cardigan.

 

They served cake at the wake. Carrot,

her favourite. I tuck into the frosting

and spice, think of her, up there,

 

looking down on me stuffing

my face, smothering myself

in life. Having another cake day.

 

 

 

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Un Petit Mort

 

I touch cold skin

in the crook of your neck,

kiss briney lips

that taste of me.

 

 

My moss covered hair

tangles in your toes

tickles you there

in the darkness, alone.

 

 

You thrash beneath me

for a little, for a breath.

Gulping down my love

for you, till the end of time.